…not to be impatient, but wtf doctor?! You said “this baby is definitely coming before his due date” last week. He now has less than 24 hours to make his appearance in order for this to be true. Yesterday at our appointment I was put on some form of modified bedrest due to a spike in blood pressure that normally wouldn’t have been a big deal–it was just a big jump for me. So here I am, at home, with mom, blogging. I had great ambitions of reading in these last few days, hours, moments but I just fall asleep whenever I open a book and start drooling all over myself. Its true–my drooling has become a little out of control. I have no idea why pregnancy is making me drool. Alas, I’ll just go with it.
Still pregnant–and with my mom at the Botanical Gardens. This one has us at 39.5 weeks.
Mom has been cooking up a storm for us and doing some really hardcore cleaning in the condo. She cleaned the kitchen so hard that she blew a fuse on the microwave! It was fixable but still–yikes. We now have at least a week’s worth of food in the fridge ranging from Miracle Chicken Tortilla Soup (capitalized because it is that good); homemade spaghettie sauce that will also make an appearance in a lasagna, chicken/mushroom casserole, and lentil soup. Nom nom. BBJ and his parental units have been eating quite well.
So, the waiting game began when my doctor told me last Monday that “before your due date” comment. Its not so much a game as a test of your sanity. How many times can you google “mucus plug” “bloody show” and “water breaking” to make sure what’s going on is really whats’ going on or, in my case, what’s NOT going on. Alas. I’ll tell you what is going on. Contractions. The real thing. But not in any consistent intervals. Alas. Alas. Alas.